Category: Musings

LIFE | Time …

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Time …

‘Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana‘ – Anthony G Oettinger

I finally listened to the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack yesterday. It has only taken me 19 months. It was one of Mum and I favourite film. I couldn’t and more importantly didn’t want to listen to it without her by my side.

When I lived at home and It was just the two of us Mum and I would get supplies [ mainly chocolate ] , sit down or rather jump around, totally immersing ourselves in the film and it’s characters. We would replay the elevator scene over and over … the one where we are first introduced to Frank N Furter. Its simply amazing. Tim Curry is the only bloke I’ve officially ever found attractive in a corset, 6 inch heels and bright red lipstick

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LIFE | WUKA … pants with purpose

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When I mention period pants … you probably like me think of your selection of ‘past their best knickers‘ that you save souly for wearing during your period. If you have an ‘accident’ it’ll not matter too much … they are pretty manky already.

Today I’m going to introduce you to WUKA period wear, which stands for Wake Up Kick Ass . Founded by environmental scientist Ruby Raut this underwear replaces the need for sanitary towels and tampons. It is eco-friendly which in this day and age can never be a bad thing.

BUT firstly I guess you’ll need to know about my current period status. Let’s just say they are sent from hell. I’m so heavy it is ridiculous … I go through 2 boxes of Super Plus Tampons every period and at the moment they are only about 14 days apart. Bloody Peri-Menopause ! I generally have to get up once or twice in the night to change . It’s no wonder I look so pale all the time; I’m knackered and have no blood in my body.

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I HOPE …

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I hope you live everyday with the same gusto and hope in your heart as you do today – the dawning of a new year.

I hope you know you are loved unconditionally and that love lives on even when the person doesn’t. Look for signs … they are always there

I hope you lead your best life despite those that doubt and question your motives.

I hope you prove them all wrong

I hope you see the good in the everyday, appreciate the little insignificant things. Smile & give compliments freely. Never underestimate the power of both

I hope you never tire of a beautiful sunset or the smell of fresh coffee

I hope somebody sees your beauty shining through even on the days when you are feeling ugly , jaded and vulnerable.

I hope you make mistakes, lots of them. It’s the only way to grow

I hope you have the strength to carry on when all you really want to do is give up.

I hope you realise that there is only one you in the whole universe and that in my books makes you pretty darn special.

I hope you enjoy being YOU 💗

Happy New Year

Tracey 01.01.2019

 

LIFE | Goodbye 2018…

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You know how I like to end my year with a goodbye / round-up post … Tracey’s Oscar speech of sorts. Well here is this years offering …

[you can read last years post // HERE]

It’s slightly earlier than usual because there’s a rumour we may be going away. I say maybe because it’s the 20th December and nothing has been booked as yet ! Even by Michael’s standards that’s leaving it late.

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LIFE | the tree …

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I find that out of all the months of the year December is the hardest … my Birthday and Christmas falling within days of each other, spent without my Mum around just doesn’t feel the same.

While everybody is looking forward , I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tears come from nowhere.

Don’t get me wrong I am looking forward to Christmas this year [ last year it didn’t even happen ] and I put the Christmas tree up last Sunday. Which is progress of sorts I guess

It’s not the best tree…

I found it squashed at the bottom of a box amongst a mix-match of pink, gold and purple baubles. I bodged it together and it’ll do. Its decidedly wonky and some of the branches are limp … but hey I’m not quite at the buy an all singing and dancing tree yet.

As the world gets more and more materialistic I find myself stepping away from it all ; does any of that matter in the big scheme of things? Does me having a crappy little tree make my Christmas any better , or worse than the lady across the road with her flashy , 6ft fancy tree…

No is the answer.

Christmas is much, much more than that . It’s about spirit , it is about remembering Christmas’s past and all those loved one who are no longer with us.

It is spending time with the people you love [ even those with a crappy tree.] I think it’s sadly lost in the buy, buy, buy culture.

My mum absolutely loved Christmas and I’m sure given time I will again… but just like my tree I’m a little bodged together at the moment , a work in progress 💗

#missyoumum

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LIFE | Alcohol and I … the early years

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Before we start can I just say it’s not big and it’s not clever to drink and get drunk … but let’s be fair it is bloody good fun!

I can remember my first experience with alcohol like it was yesterday …[ not including the Baby Cham mum used to let us have on special occasions and the glass of Sherry I had with my Grandad on Christmas Eve ] … it was actually 30-odd years ago!

Let me take you back. It was my first and only Jamboree [Brownie/ Guide/ Scout Camp] over in Luxemburg. I was only 13 ; I guess Mum and Dad thought I was in safe hands.

On our first night of freedom my friend Jackie [ lived next door but one, year older than me, pretty, big boobs, all the boys loved her] and I bought a bottle of Advocaat each . Luckily Jackie looked older than her years and like I said –  boobs. She got served.

Advocaat was thick and creamy like custard and I remember I didn’t really enjoy the taste. We hid in a bush just off camp and necked it all. Let’s just say half an hour later I had literally turned green and began throwing up. I was sent to bed … the Camp Leaders believing I had picked a bug up while travelling. [Face of an angel me …far too sweet and innocent to even consider I had been drinking ] Continue reading →

LIFE | 47 things I’ve learnt in my 47 years

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It suddenly dawned on me today that I am 48 in a-round-about a month [15th December if you’re contemplating sending a card] … or as the BF keeps reminding me – You are 50 in 2 years!

Firstly how the bloody hell did that happen; it only seems two minutes since my 40th which I celebrated in some style if I say so myself. I can party hard when I set my mind to it. I love nothing better than letting loose and having a good time. My celebrations dragged out over a whole 3 weeks and included amongst lots of other things a weekend in Manchester with the girls, The Kings Of Lyon at Sheffield Arena, lots of family and work meals / nights out. Lots and lots of champagne and cake.

40th Birthday celebrations in full swing

Well you are only 40 once…

I thought it might be fun today to  list ‘47 things I’ve learnt in my 47 years’… some serious, some silly … If I can muster that many up that is.

I’m older but definitely [when it comes to somethings] not wiser. I still feel like a child at times and I’m constantly evolving… which for some bizarre reason makes me sound like a chuffing monkey.

So here goes …

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