Just another thought...

It's the things that make you go mmmm..

Kisa was a gift to me <3 Thank you for the memories..I also had BooCat adopted for me..Thank you for everything

Friday, June 22, 2007

Another sad heart.

Another poem for your pleasure. =)

I feel so lost at this moment in time,
I always knew you wasn't mine.
Never thought the day would come,
When you would feel the need to run.

Far from me you have now gone,
Was loving you so very wrong?

You got me near, now you push me away,
and tell me that's where I am to stay.
Far from your heart, cause it's not mine.
Did I really step out of line?

All this hurt and all this pain,
Does it ever truely go away?

Soulmates we are, you said yourself.
But your heart belongs to someone else.
While my heart still belongs to you,
And I really don't know what to do.

So now here I sit with tears in my eyes,
Trying my best not to let you see me cry.

And how you really feel, I don't know,
Because that is one thing you don't always show.
So I don't know if your hurting to,
And whether you feel just as blue.

Or if you blocked me out totally,
So your heart can truely be free.

Friends you say, thats all I got.
While my thoughts and emotions are all in knots.
Keep in touch, but don't get close.
Being close is what I wanted the most.

But this isn't just about me.
And I have to accept what will be.
©Danni M

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Long awaited update!

I know it's a long time blogging, but here is the update on the Lionel Ritchie Concert.. with a few things added in!

That Saturday arrived like any other. I had decided that I wanted to go shopping too get a new top. That was the excuse to get mother out of the house. We did go to the shops though too get a new top.. hehe!
Anyway I picked up the travel cards, and we set off on our journey. My mother was a little anxious as I had told her that I was going to take a train. She kept asking if it was over ground.

We took a train ride. All the while my mum was holding onto the bar so tight that her hands were turning white. She did not look happy, even more upset when we had to go through a tunnel. Halfway through we had to switch trains. We got off on the platform and both of us realised that neither had eaten. So we decided to go into one of the platform "snack shops." You know the kinda ones.. sell a lot of sandwiches and crisps and not much of anything else apart from coffee!

We both ordered something that resembled cheese and tomato mini baguette rolls. Now the fun begins.

After having travelled for the past 45 mins with a very quiet mother, it kinda made me jump when she suddenly went "Ewww I am NOT eating this" And then promptly spat out the piece she had in her mouth, into a tissue. On that, she then got out of her chair and took the "sandwich" back to the till. Leaving a very bewildered me behind. She proceeded to stand there a good few minutes before someone came to see what the problem was.
To cut it short and return to the main topic, turned out that there was no butter in the roll.. I mean no spread of any sort. They had substituted it with some kind of soured cream/chive mixture. Apparently that’s a healthy option?!

We got back onto the next train and yet again mother clung on for dear life. This was a shorter journey though and only required a couple of stops. Then onto the longest part of the journey, the bus ride.

Nothing to eventful here happened. Apart from the fact that a Chinese lady seemed too be amazed by my hair and couldn't resist keep touching it and pulling it.. Yes I did get somewhat annoyed and relived when she got off.

By the time we arrived in Wembley, my mother was more relived than anything I think, especially when I told her that we was were I wanted to be. She just stood and looked around and said " where is the shop you want?"
For those of you that don't know, When you arrive in Wembley there isn't much in the way of clothes shopping. More grocery stores and places to eat kinda of shops. Oh and a massive police station that was never there before.. I took mother to get a hot drink, amidst her complaining that we came all this way for what exactly. I was smiling inside cause I knew why we had come all this way!!

When we finished our drinks, I took the walk up to the stadium. Mum thought we were going sight seeing at this point and remarked, "Oh yes they just not long re-opened this, I want to see what they have done to it"
Again I grinned to myself. As we were looking around Mum noticed that there were crowds outside of the Arena. And mum being mum, wanted to know why. So off she toddles to find a guy and ask him what was going on. She had past the booths that sell the merchandise for the fans, and glanced in. "Oh look" She shouts over to me "It's that Lionel guy you was asking about..." She stopped mid sentence and just looked at me. " Why are we here, exactly?"

I laughed and produced the tickets I had for the concert. My mother was shocked into silence. And those that know my mother know that, that is almost impossible for her!

The concert was brilliant. Mum thoroughly enjoyed herself. I was worried that, as the arena started to fill up she would get panic attacks. I think that the thrill and excitement overruled, cause although she was nervous, she was fine. This was the first concert that she had ever been to in her life, a "proper" concert that is. With a real life star.

I did feel sorry for her though. My mum doesn’t drink. And the lady that had the seat next to her, obviously like her drink. My mum is like me, small. And the lady next too her was rather tall and as wide. Every time she lifted her arm to take a swig out of her bottle, it blocked my mother's view! LOL But there were screens.

In fact I think that my mother was so full of adrenaline that she decided to come home some of the way on the underground. o.O

I will add this next bit on here, as it is along the same kind of lines as above.

It was coming to the end of mother's stay, and I decided that we would make one last night out of it. So I decided on another concert.. having seen how much she had enjoyed the first one. Thing was I knew that she wanted to see Meatloaf.
I will add that this is not my type of music.
The tickets were a gift. And she was fully aware where she was going this time. In fact she surprised me. I am not sure if the journey first time around had tired her out, or if she was just being brave, but she had agreed to use the underground!!

This was something that she promptly regretted though when we came out the other side. She said her stomach felt funny. We had gone to get a Chinese meal, but she said she felt sick. And then she was. Her whole insides were shaken! But she was brave and faced the underground on the way home! And she thoroughly enjoyed herself there to. This time we had seats above the stage, so there were no interruptions!

And there you have the update of the concert!

Saturday, June 09, 2007

News stories.

Everyday I read the news. I glance at it, then think "oh well" and carry on with what I am doing. I don't usually give it a second thought, that is of course unless it is something significant that effects me, my family or my home life.

A couple of weeks back, a major tourist attraction in my area "went up in smoke." It was a very sad moment on reflection that I had. My family and I have walked past it on many occasions, and often said that one day we would go inside it. Was just like all the other attractions in this part of the UK... we take them for granted.

The thing is, I though sadden at what has happened, am also very angry. After all someone has to now "foot the bill" of the damage that has been caused. Especially when the people investigating the "incedent" think that it may have been started deliberatly.

There are far to many taxes in the whole of the country as it is. We pay tax too drive a car, then pay more tax for the road that the car is driving on. Then there are all sorts of taxes linked to the houses..Food..Clothes..You name it. Surely we raise enough funds to be able too look out for out national treasures. Apparently not it seems.

In the local area we now have "collection points", designed to raise funds to repair the damage. While I am all for the idea, what happened to all the previous funds?
I for one am not against giving. I just resent paying out constantly and never seeing a return. I mean, I pay council tax.. for the police, fire and ambulance service.. and every year that slowly creeps higher.. but I don't use them?! I really have to think the last time I had to call one of these services. Mmmm good idea, I might just call one of them for a chat!

But you get the idea.. where does all that money go?

http://www.virginmedia.com/news/cuttysarkfire.php

Friday, June 01, 2007

A milestone.

Well here I sit with the biggest grin possible on my face.

I have just sat amongst threads and needles this morning. I have stuck a needle into my finger, more times than I even care to mention, but I suceeded!
By now you are probably thinking on what have I managed to sew and why was it a big thing?
My 3rd son swam 10 meters and qualified for his first swim badge. Hence the grin. What I wasn't prepared for was the "detailed" account that my son would relate to me. So instead of sewing that should have taken a matter of minutes, it ended up taking roughly an hour (including finger prods, which were donated for free).

I listened as any attentive parent could, but what my son wasn't aware of was the fact that, everytime he jumped on what I was sitting on, my finger would slip. So the "owww" that I said evertime, I tried to change to an "oooh" which only spurred him on some more. LOL

Well that's half my brood who can swim now. How many more finger prods am I in for? Well only time will tell!