Cinema pests are you one?

Posted in Films, Life, Pop Culture, Uncategorized with tags , , on October 1, 2014 by L.J

Okay I love going to the movies. There’s something wonderful about finding the right seat (not too close, not too far away, preferably in the middle somewhere). It’s even better when the seats are just right too, not too close to the one in front, not too high above the one in front (I don’t need to see the next person’s lap), preferably alternating so that you’re peering between the two seats in front… oh and nice and high backed so you can really hunker down in your spot and feel like it’s just you and the film in the space.

Once you’ve found a cinema that meets your viewing comfort needs it should be fail proof in your hopes of the film experience being awesome… however there are variables that are often there to ensure that smooth sailing is just a dream. Those variables come in the form of other people that decide to go to the movie as well. I’ll admit it right now that I’m a movie going snob. When I go to the movies I don’t want to sit with strangers, I don’t want to listen to their children and I really don’t need to wait for my chair to be grabbed from behind yet again as lady with tiny bladder makes her 5th dash to the dunny. In fact often I’m so snobbish that I don’t even want to converse with the people I agreed to go to the movie with in the first place. I don’t know where this comes from but as soon as the lights dim I don’t want to interact with anyone but the screen, however sometimes I can’t help but come across the cinema pests…

Here’s a guide to working out if you’re one of those cinema pests…

You glow

Yeah you know you do… So what if your phone is on silent and you’re not making any calls… you’re still glowing like a beacon 3 aisles away and I can still see you! This isn’t a rock concert, this isn’t the slow number where you get your lighter/phone out and wave it back forth. Stop fidgeting, I’d rather you go outside to finish your facebook status telling everyone that you’re at the movies instead of lighting up my peripheral vision.


You can’t keep your body to yourself

Don’t touch the back of my chair. I don’t care if you’re too tall that your knees, feet, elbows, neanderthal knuckles etc reach all the way to my chair back… just don’t touch the back of my chair. When I’m too tall I find an aisle seat to stretch out, do that instead of sitting in the middle behind me and then start jiggling into the back of my seat because you really need to visit the bathroom but don’t want to miss the next scene. Also keep your hands to yourself, I like action movies but  don’t want to be catapulted into the action when you pull my seat back in order to get out of yours. If you’re this person, don’t ever sit behind me on a plane.

You crinkle, crackle and crunch

Okay I like to eat in the cinema too, movies are for popcorn, a drink, some sweets, and ice-cream. You can eat any of those things go for it. BUT you have between 3 and 6 commercials to open all those packages and to distribute any thing that needs distributing before the trailers kick on. I don’t want you behind me rustling for 10 minutes as you battle it out with the packet of lollies not realising that it’s a tear open bag not a pull apart bag.


You smell

Popcorn should be the only food I smell in the cinema. Don’t smuggle in your lunch I don’t need to smell your pizza. Don’t bring in energy drinks and then sit next to me with the can between us wafting those chemicals at me. Also this isn’t your lounge room don’t kick off your shoes behind me and stick your stinky toes between my chair and the seat beside me. If you want to be barefooted then wear thongs to the cinema to begin with.

You don’t know what a babysitter looks like

You’ve been waiting for them to make a movie about your childhood favourite superhero/comic/TV show/book and you loved it when you were a kid so surely your kid’s going to love it too. No. It doesn’t work that way. If your child is constantly talking and wanting to run around then surely neither of us are going to enjoy the movie. Don’t sit there stubbornly wanting to relive your childhood memories whilst your brat is bouncing up and down in the seat and then staring back at me in the creepy way that only children seem to be able to do in the dark.

You don’t get it

You’re sitting beside someone yet you’re loudly whispering “Who’s that guy?, didn’t he die?, what’s happening now? Do you think she’ll die next? Isn’t he the bad guy? what are they doing?” Just stop it. If you keep watching you’ll get the answers. If you’re too dense to follow the story then at least wait until the end to discuss the film with your friend/lover/child. If you can’t wait then sit to the side of the cinema away from me.


…and last but not least…

You’re shameful

There’s not many of these people but if you’re one of these people then you shouldn’t be allowed in a cinema full stop, no ifs or buts about it. You’re shameful if you leave rubbish everywhere as you get up to leave. If you drank those soda cans, ate the popcorn that didn’t end up all over your seat and the empty one beside you and chewed on all the lollies that were in those wrappers… then pick it up. How did you sit in that filth for 2 hours to begin with? Take your trash with you and put it in the giant bins that are there on your way out. If it was your kid who made the mess then be the responsible adult and tell them to pick it up or they’ll never get to see another Disney movie as long as they live.

So if you’re not a pest, what other pesky things have you noticed people do in the movies? Share below in the comments!


Thank you Michael for my family across the world.

Posted in Life, Michael Jackson with tags , , , , , on September 29, 2014 by L.J

I was thinking the other day how incredibly lucky I am to have the friends that I do. Friends do a lot for one another, whether it’s lending a listening ear when troubled, laughing with your jokes or accepting your differences with grace and a wry smile of understanding. Thanks to the internet though there are one group of friends that I have that are unique. The reason being that we all have one thing in common that influences our lives. Actually this common interest is what brought us all together to begin with. It has always been said that Michael Jackson fans are a completely different breed of fan and I wholeheartedly believe it. How else can I account for the family that I have across the globe? My fellow sisters and brothers who understand what it is to give, to love more oh and how to do a mean moonwalk or sideglide!


My journey online within the Michael Jackson community has been a long one, and though I believe it ended shortly before Michael would pass away, I guess in honesty it never really ends because of the long list of friends that kept in contact long after I left the physical website that connected us. Though life has changed many times since then these friends still remain in their different shades of interaction with me. It’s an interesting journey and has been met with laughter, heartache, miscommunication, connectedness and a combined love for the things that we’re passionate about.

I remember joining a chat site on a whim one day, and being stuck there for hours on dial up internet as I learnt so many things about Michael and read in fascination the intelligence of some of the people there. The text continued to scroll up as rapid fire jokes and quips flew from what was obviously a group of people who knew one another but they let me join in and the conversation laughed along. I was LJ_Aus. When I finally logged off to let someone use the house phone I laughed to myself “my god I’ve found people who get me!” I revisited this chat site numerous times making some friends, I remember a Brenda from Australia that helped me understand how the website worked. I remember a very funny guy called Chichi.


Life changed though and I started going to higher ed and when I returned to the chat site it was gone. I remember feeling a sense of loss and annoyance at myself for not getting one of the “regulars” email addresses because surely they had moved somewhere? So I began searching until I found a new website that was supposedly official promoting the up and coming album “Invincible”. I felt like I was on to something, I continued to surf until I came across an online forum. I joined and learnt how to use discussion forums but there weren’t any familiar faces or usernames. I kept searching, “where did these people go?” I found another discussion forum. I questioned myself on whether I really wanted to join another one but did so anyway. This one was bigger, this one felt right. I kept scrolling through conversation and then I saw a name I recognised, and then another. I had stumbled upon Trish and Chichi! I had been gone a while and I’m sure they wouldn’t remember an LJ_Aus especially not now that I was just simply L.J but I was back with what felt like my people.

I made friends with another Aussie,Celeste and we laughed a lot. She knew a lot more about Mike than I did and she was very talented with graphic design. She was the first MJ fan I would meet in RL (real life). She visited in Melbourne for the Commonwealth Games and we met up. There’s something awesome about meeting up with someone who shares a common interest. We got along well and our friendship became that I would eventually visit her in Adelaide for a weekend where we talked, cooked food and she introduced me to another MJ fan that I knew only as the poetic one. Dimity is a lovely soft spoken woman who went on a bushwalk with us and we chatted about everything from Michael to life itself.

Michael Jackson

There were a couple of people on the forum who I chatted to quite a bit and I didn’t know it at the time but they would become very dear friends in the future. There was AmericanGuy, Helen_S, Boneidle and Chaos. Each of these people appeared so different that if you had of told me “these people will be the ones you talk with the most after it all” I would have asked “why?”. AmericanGuy was thoughtful and had a clear interest in films. Helen was the “Random Thoughts” poster who also appeared to enjoy horror movies. Boneidle didn’t post as much but it was clear that she had a good sense of humour and Chaos… well he was the wild child. He was constantly finding ways to stir and when he wasn’t doing that he was sharing in his love for film, music and martial arts. These people and I would later join AmericanGuy’s website where we remain today as good friends, we exchange gifts for Christmas and above everything else we provide a good ear for one another.


There were others on the forum that I have kept in contact with or still have on my friendlist on Facebook or Twitter and for some of them it’s just to keep that line of connection there even if we don’t speak any more. Our lives have changed but they’re there and that’s enough for me. There’s Rhys, who offered to met with me at a vigil in Melbourne when Michael passed away, but I declined because I knew I couldn’t get there, but his offer was gratefully appreciated. There was Bongani and Layth, who loved the same style of music as me and they and Rhys would spend hours discussing music. There are some on my list who’s usernames I have forgotten over time, but they’re there for a reason. Little Catinca from Romania, Greg from England, who was lots of fun but sadly we both let politics get the better of us and that ruined our friendship. There’s a host of names such as: Joy, Crafty, Anette, Rebekah, Nicole, Moon, Suzette, Elena and Sanja. There is also Marni who has a lovely spirit and is kind.

There are others too that have always just been there such as Mechi from Germany, a wonderful soul with only kind words. Silhouette, known fondly as Sil. Malc, the guy with a gift for video editing who made incredible mashup films of Michael’s work. He fell in love with Celeste and she travelled to England to be with him, eventually the two of them would disappear from online, I miss them but I’m sure they’re happy (and I bet Celeste has the new iPhone 6 already). There was Magic, who is a delightful woman with her beautiful red hair and her eye for photography. Barbara “Bunz” who I met through another friend, who shares my love for animals, our mutual friend is Minnie. Minnie from Denmark and I used to laugh a lot. We shared our dreams for the future and I was fascinated by her adventures. Minnie fell in love and now she is a proud mumma and I’m proud for her as she ticks off a life goal. Another friend of theirs that I’ve come to appreciate is Dangerous Lee and her fierceness and her ability to write.


Chichi, Sosodef and Ja were probably the funniest and most outrageous of all my online friends. Nothing was too sacred and everything was funny. I remember our conversations in a Paltalk chatroom and listening to Ja’s laugh even as she was trying to get out what she was trying to say. Her rapid fire comments coated in emotion and Chichi’s responses in the text below would make my whole morning. Trish would join in and a few others and it was just a good time for all.


There is one other group of friends that I have online and I fondly refer to them in my head as “the sisterhood”. These girls have remained constant since we’ve come to know each other. I’ve only had the pleasure of meeting one of these girls to date, but I’m confidant that I’ll eventually meet all of them at least once in my lifetime. There’s Shelby, who shares my love and wonder for the outdoors. Destiny and her husband Sven, who I met in Washington and is just as lovely as I knew she would be. Marie in Norway who understands the taste of a Boost Juice, and why Fallout is amazing. Reinet, who is living everywhere in the world on her own and her courage for adventure amazes me. Daphne who shares my love for kickass running shoes and Natalia with her wonderful blue/green hair. We always talk about getting together on Skype but with our timezones covering every extreme zone imaginable it’s always a hard task.


These people are in my life due to our common love and fascination with Michael Jackson. Whilst many people might laugh at the notion of being a fan and going online to join a fan related forum, I know my life is richer for having met these people, and the fact that so many of them are still in my life now is a testament to the fact that good friends can sometimes feel like family. You don’t always need to talk to one another to know you’re there for one another. There have been others that I made friends with throughout the years, and for some it was a case of not meant to be. For some of us the friendship failed when the politics of being a fan got in the way of being friends who liked the same thing. I always believed it to be a test and for some the test was too great, but for me the one thing that I wanted from my love for all things Michael Jackson, was to make friends who “got me”. So thank you Michael and thank you to my wonderful friends from all over the globe who “get me”.

A cool six!

Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2014 by L.J

It’s inevitable that I would end up doing a posting on websites or profiles to follow right? Well here it is! These are just 6 fun ones I’ve enjoyed following over the years.

Humans of New Yorkhony

My number 1 favourite thing on Facebook is following HONY (Humans of New York).

HONY is the collection of photos and conversations recorded by photographer Brandon. What you get by following his photos is an insight to the whole spectrum of life that inhabits New York. Through careful questions HONY gets a unique insight to the subject’s life or circumstance bringing them to life.

Burrard-Lucas Photographymeerkats

Beautiful wildlife photography is a nice thing to have pop up on your social media feed. Especially photos of meerkats sitting on the photographer’s camera. Check em out on any social media option: 

My Milk Toof


These guys are super cute! They pop up whenever their human has time to photograph their antics but they’re worth waiting for due to their cuteness. Their adventures are awesome.

Historical Pics

historicalA constant steady twit feed of very cool old photos from a by-gone era. Enough said.

The QI Elves


You know that fabulous quiz show hosted by the affable Stephen Fry? Ever wanted more weird and wonderful facts after watching an episode? Well then be sure to check out the cheeky elves and their constant research revelations.

George Takei

takeiGeorge Takei has hit cult status online over the last several years and he doesn’t disappoint on Facebook. The page is run by his team and provide followers with a steady flow of funny photos, stories and a variety of geek related jokes and stories. A worthy addition to any social feed.

So what are your favourite people/websites to follow?

10 books that have impacted my life…

Posted in Uncategorized on September 15, 2014 by L.J

So yet another “fill it in and tag your friends” thing is doing the rounds on Facebook at the moment called “10 books that have impacted your life so far…” and I thought “oh that would make a good blog posting! Now let’s be honest here. Most people will list 10 important books that will most likely be important literary books that somehow don’t include the likes of their favourites (Hunger Games, Harry Potter, etc).

I however am not ashamed to admit my list of books that have had an influence in my life so here they are in no particular order and why!

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (C.S.Lewis).


What a fantastic tale this book was for a young girl getting into reading! This was probably my first “big book” or novel and it was love at first read. The fantastical story of another world, where children face adventure wit courage and wonder. I love this book so much that I was given a BBC Audio tape version which I listened to more times than my mother thought was good for me. As I got older I still loved this story and upon reading it with more wisdom I discovered the similarities between Aslan and Christ and how C.S.Lewis weaved the two together.

To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee).


Admittedly I saw the film long before I read the book, but that certainly didn’t change anything for me. The book read like a life being breathed. As the pages turned I lived in the South and saw the injustice that Atticus Finch would fight against for Tom Robinson. I wanted to know Boo Radley and I wanted to help Scout punch the boys on the nose at school.

The five people you meet in heaven (Mitch Albom).


This book was one of the first books that really made me cry. A small book with the lovely message of you just don’t know how your actions could impact on another. There’s often a quote that gets put up places saying “be kind, be kind, be kind” because we never really know the battles that others we cross paths with are taking on.

The Survivor: An Inspiring True Story (Jack Eisner).


Almost everyone goes through a stage where they devour a few good holocaust/WW2 true stories. They’re often heroic or heartbreaking, but regardless of the ending you’re always left feeling amazed at the human spirit no matter the odds. I’ve read many over the years including Anne Frank’s Diary, Schindler’s List, Elie Wiesel’s Night and the Book Thief but no holocaust book has ever impressed upon me more than Jack Eisner’s account on how he survived and escaped the holocaust. It was this book that truly helped me grasp the power of desperation and the desire to live.

The Death gate Cycle (Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman).


I’m not entirely sure which was first this series of books or The dragonlance series, but one of them was my first experience at a “fantasy series” of books. I distinctly remember being in year 12 and being very unwell with a chronic ear infection. Mum handed me Dragon Wing and suggested I check it out. This began my love affair with the world of fantasy novels. I discovered that I had much in common with Haplo as I followed him through seven books as he learnt more and more about himself and in turn about the many worlds that he would visit. I marvelled in the complexities of the books and the characters and I soon forgot about my throbbing head.

The Lord of the Rings (J.R.R.Tolkien).


It seemed only right to visit the master of the fantasy genre after reading so many others. When I was a preteen I tried to tackle this book after revelling in the adventures of Bilbo Baggins in the Hobbit, but soon found I wasn’t able to get beyond the first half of the first book. When I was older and had tackled the likes of Raymond E. Fiest, Weis & Hickman and Eddings I felt ready to revisit this behemoth of a novel. It didn’t disappoint. Reading LOTR is like opening up a hole, falling in and popping out at a whole other world. A fully realised world with complex politics, race, beliefs and characters. Finishing this book is akin to achieving a life goal, a goal that you want to revisit again and again.

The Color Purple (Alice Walker).


A story written so well that it becomes like a living breathing thing that allows you to empathise with someone living in a circumstance that doesn’t match your own is what this book does. This book had me forever hoping that Celie would eventually get a break from the hand that life had dealt her. I cried with her, felt shame with her and found a sense of self pride buried deep inside against the odds.

Mrs Dalloway (Virginia Woolf).


Ah Mrs Dalloway. A complex story that gives a glimpse into mental illness, suicide and strangely enough, happiness. I’ve always felt a connection to the themes in this story and have never been able to explain why, but there it is.

The Whole Woman (Germaine Greer).


When I was at uni one of my favour subjects was “ethics” I loved this subject and it opened the door to exploring themes such as the feminist movement and I decided to check out who this “Germaine Greer woman was”. This book was highly humorous and eye opening to many aspects of society across the world. This book challenged my views on the world and that there is still much left to do for women.

The Belgariad (David Eddings).


I know I said this list was in no order but I’ve been cheeky and left my favourite until last. If Eddings is master of anything in the written fantasy world, then he is the master of character development. The characters in these books feel like great old friends, and like any good old friends I feel the need to revisit them often. Both this series, the series that follows it (The Mallorean) and his other series of books following the adventures of Sparhawk, Eddings manages to wrap you up in a comfortable bubble where you can be with your favourite characters book after book. I consider this series one of my mum’s best gifts to me.

I’m sorry…

Posted in Life on September 15, 2014 by L.J

So it’s come to this… I’m the sorry one. I’m the one apologising for everything because… well that’s just it isn’t it? I don’t even have a reason other than the fact that I am the sorry one. So let me tell you just how sorry I am.

I’m sorry that I’ve neglected this blog, but to be honest I can’t even keep up with my own life let alone a blog so I guess I’m sorry for that too.

I’m sorry that I can’t keep up with the pace of life and the expectations placed on me by others, and why am I letting others dictate my life? I really shouldn’t do that either so I guess I’m sorry for that too.

I’m sorry that I allow myself to feel inadequate compared to the demands that “society” place on me, hell I can’t even dress like a “woman” really should so I guess I’m sorry for that too.

I’m sorry that I don’t fit the norm of what a “woman” looks like, I should take more care, style my hair, wear make up and for god’s sake lose some weight… yeah the losing weight business hasn’t happened so I should apologise for that too.

I’m sorry that my body doesn’t always agree with my plans to exercise so that I can drop that dress size or too… but then again I don’t wear dresses… and I’m not apologising for that but I should at least eat healthier so I guess that should be where I apologise.


I’m sorry that I don’t always eat well. I’m sorry that when I sit down with others for a meal that my meal isn’t as healthy as theirs. I’m sorry that when we’re all eating together that I interrupt conversations at the wrong time because I’m too deaf or dumb to get it just right to just smoothly join in.

I’m sorry when my jokes are bad or when my contribution to the conversation is awkward or lame. I’m sorry that I’m not articulate enough for some and too nerdy for others. I’m sorry that my laugh is too loud or more of a cackle or a hoot or a chortle than a laugh.

I’m sorry that I don’t have the answers that some people seek and the answers when they’re not sought for. I’m sorry that I ask too many questions or the same question too often. I’m also sorry that sometimes something happens and I can’t stop talking about it. I’m sorry that the way I process a situation or an event is different to how others might process information.

I’m sorry that I didn’t try hard enough at some things and too hard at other things. I’m sorry that I spent too much time with one and not the other. I’m sorry that I forget things that are important to other people and I’m also sorry that I forget things that are meant to be important to me too.

I’m sorry that I get too emotional about things that other people don’t care about and that I don’t show emotion about other things. I’m sorry when I can’t find the funny side of things, or for when I do and it offends others to do so. I’m sorry that I don’t share how I’m going in life, or ask how others are really going.

I’m sorry for all those times that I say sorry when I really shouldn’t be apologising but I do it anyway.

Most of all I’m sorry that I’m human and that I can’t change who I am and I’m sorry that can’t stop wanting to succeed where I’ve failed not matter how much it hurts or disappoints.

The only thing I’m not sorry for is this blog post. How else can I recognise my flaws other than to put them out there to reflect upon me?

Linear, Lateral and Chaotic…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 14, 2013 by L.J

Linear, Lateral and Chaotic. These are the three styles of driving a car I have noticed and whether you like it or not you are one of them. Don’t worry I am too. I chose these labels because they really do best describe how some people function behind the wheel of a car. It’s the only vehicle on our roads where I’ve witnessed these driving styles. Motorcyclists and truck drivers all seem to fit one style of driving within their vehicles, and yet it is car drivers that have developed these three distinct styles. Let me explain them in more detail shall I?

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Linear Drivers.

Like all things linear these drivers, drive in straight lines… and I’m not talking about the curvature of the road either by the way. Linear drivers by default are rigid in the way in which they interact with the driving experience and are fairly easy to spot on the road. They pick a lane and stay in it, so much so that they’re content to sit in a lane that has stopped rather than venturing into a lane where the traffic has moved on. They are mappers, they work out their directions to their destination and select their turning lanes before they even need to consider moving across. Linear drivers follow the road rules to a fault and can often frustrate Lateral and Chaotic drivers as they hum along under the speed limit. It is rare to spot a Linear driver using a mobile phone or o

ther distracting devices whilst driving, in fact most Linear drivers would rather their passengers didn’t distract them either. They pick safe nondescript cars such as Toyota Camrys and Corollas. The seated position behind the wheel often gives away a Linear driver as they sit erect with two hands gripping at 2 and 11 o’clock on the wheel. They stare ahead and watch the traffic in front of their car. Linear drivers are most likely to be rear-ended or struck in the side by a merging vehicle as their rigidness enhances all of their blind spots. Good Linear drivers can perform technical moves such as parallel parking and 3 point turns rather well when there is no traffic around to confuse their senses. Linear drivers are the least likely of the three style of drivers to notice you when you’re waving at them from another vehicle, the side of the road or from the seat beside them.



Lateral Drivers.

Spacial awareness and interconnectedness is the Lateral driver’s strengths. Like all lateral thinkers these drivers think outside the traffic that they’re sitting in. Lateral drivers can change lanes with ease and are aware of their skill and ability. Most often they understand how their car works and don’t feel the need to “push it to see what she’s got” or the need to “be careful I don’t want to break something”. Road rules are still followed but there is a more consistent flow of movement and not the stop and go motion associated with their Linear driving counterparts. Lateral drivers watch all the traffic as they move through it. They watch the traffic all the way up the line to determine which lane is best and are also aware of what is happening behind them and beside them at all times. Of all the driving styles it is lateral drivers that feel comfortable talking to their passengers, looking out at passing scenery and their position at the wheel is one of relaxed yet alert. You wont see a lateral driver white knuckling the steering wheel. Due to their spacial awareness they find parking and changing road conditions easy to tackle. Lateral drivers are the least likely to have an accident on the road thanks to their “oneness” with the traffic world around them.



Chaotic Drivers.

Of all the driving styles Chaotic drivers are the easiest to spot. These are the drivers weaving in and out of traffic yet never really making headway from Lateral drivers and only making Linear drivers more determined to stay safely in their chosen lane. Chaotic drivers take risks regularly including overtaking in small spaces and tail-gaiting the slower lanes of traffic. Accidents and mishaps are most likely to occur for the Chaotic driver as they try to bend their way through traffic. Seated behind the wheel in a position of recline with often only one hand on the wheel to emphasis their belief that they of all the drivers are the most casual and skilled. The reclined position demonstrates a sense of relaxation yet often these drivers are anything but with many prone to agitation or frustration at the traffic conditions around them. Of all the driving styles it is Chaotic drivers who regularly text, facebook and take photos whilst driving. Chaotic drivers like Lateral drivers will drive anything but due to the nature of their driving style will often opt to replace their back tires with “cheapies” for those moments when rubber needs to be laid, and because of this look it is Chaotic drivers who are most often signaled by police for a random road worthy check. Chaotic drivers operate under the delusion that they are skilled drivers and that they can handle any road condition, but due to their nature they cannot account for the reactions of Linear and Lateral drivers when conditions change.


So which driver are you? Do you recognize these driving styles?

Sorrow & Joy…

Posted in Life on February 24, 2013 by L.J

I’m back!

Life has gotten hectic lately but it’s been a great hectic! I made the decision some time last year that I was going to start doing the things I’ve always wanted to do but have held back from doing. It means that 2013 is going to be a selfish year, but it needs to be, I want to take back the reigns of my life for the better.
So January kicked off and my first move was to start inspecting houses I had marked online as “possible homes”. Something wonderful happened however… the very first house I inspected was like love at first sight… it ticked all the boxes of what I envisioned my home should have.

I’ve spent the entire of January sifting through paperwork and ensuring that the excitement of owning my own home will be successful.

The home to be!

The home to be!

The year hasn’t all been joy and excitement though, as usual in life whenever there is a time for joy, there is often a counter time for sorrow, and that came through the passing of one of my oldest and most loyal little friends.


Tika was about to turn 17 but at the start of Feb it was evident that she was slowing down. Everything was taking just a little bit longer to do, all except the speedy wag of her tail and the alert (although cataract heavy) watch she kept on me at all times. I’d come home from work ill only to discover that she had really slowed down and for the first time since I had known her… her tail didn’t wag. I called my local vet and was told I would need to wait an hour. So we stretched out on the floor together and just stared at each other. When the time came I only had to scoop her in my arms and hold her to me gently as I carried her to and from the car to the vet. We all knew what was going to happen the vet explained in her gentle voice the process and Tika just blinked at me with a look that told me that she knew what was coming and that she was okay.
I’m so glad I fell ill that day and that we could be together as she left for the great dog park in the sky. I took her home with a heavy heart, but I was at peace because I know that she had a long and wonderful life and that when the end arrived, I was there for her, watching her as she had always watched me. I have to say, even though I was at peace with her passing I was still heart broken. When you’ve had someone always there by your side who follows you unquestioningly wherever you go it’s horrible to come to the realisation that they’re no longer there. Sitting in the backyard without my little side kick just felt wrong.

We each deal with loss differently regardless of circumstance, however for this our family was of the same mind, it just felt wrong to be without a little dog in our lives. So whilst I took the time to grieve, mum trawled websites and stores for a puppy. I wasn’t sure I wanted to handle another little soul so soon, but when we went to take a peek at the little bundles on Saturday I saw a little girl in the corner of the window box. She was sleeping in the corner whilst the others were playing around her. I knew she was a little girl and I knew she was the one even before the lady at the store told me she was a little girl. Sometimes you just know…


So now she’s in her new little bed sleeping curled up with a Garfield for company. She doesn’t walk she bounces. She has a serious little face that appears to be considering what’s going on and it’s evident that she is an old soul which makes my heart sing even louder. It’s been so long since we’ve had a puppy in the house and all I can hear are happy sounds from everyone.

Happy Tidings to everyone!