Thursday, 31 May 2012

The brass section are so lucky, they get away with farting anytime!

Here are some of my favourite shows and I just adore watching bloopers from those shows.

Enjoy them with me.

Happy Thursday everyone.

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

How to Insert your UserName and Password

Have you Plonkers ever pondered how many UserNames and Passwords and PinCodes you remember each day?

It mind fucks me.

I was lying in bed one Friday night thinking of how many gadgets we use that need pin codes and how many websites and tools we use that we need User Names and Passwords.

It's actually incredible how we log into our network in the morning and pop in our passwords without giving it much thought. It's like riding a bike, or driving a car - after a while you just get in and do it without even thinking.

We have passwords and pin codes for everything! To retrieve messages on our mobile phones, to find out how many free minutes we have left on our mobile contract, when we draw money from our local ATM or do internet banking. When we log into our network in the morning at work, that's four or five passwords already!

How about logging on to your Blogger account or downloading your internet emails? More fuckin' UserNames and passwords.
But thats just the beginning...what about logging on to your favourite Forum for a chat? or all the bookmarked websites that we register on? More passwords. Then we go to gym and log in to record our workout, we get back to the office, pop in a pin code for the front door security, we get to our desks to find that our screensaver has kicked on - another password.
Well, you get the general idea right?

Isn't it amazing how we remember all these numbers and information? They're stored deep in some obscure data retrieval section of our brain (right next to our profrontal cerebal cortex or something...). We pick up the phone and dial friends' or clients' numbers without even thinking.
And the mad scientists state we only use 10% of our brain power?

No Fucking way, José?

Imagine what we could achieve if we only used 50% of our brain power? We'd all be fucking Einsteins!!
The question is, how do we get our brains to increase this percentage and use more brain power? Do we need to train our brain? Is there a quick 2-day Dale Carnegie course to learn to do this? I'm sure that we could educate our brain to increase its workload, but who would be smart enough to write the book on it or develop a course for us to attend to learn to do this?

He'd be one stinkin' rich Fucker by now or have taken over the universe single-handedly without us "ten percenters" suspecting a goddam thing.
That made me think of Pinky and the Brain teaming up with Sheldon Cooper.
Perhaps there could be a soopa pill we could simply swallow, or a highly invasive surgical procedure - complete with jaggy anal probes - that we could partake to achieve this?

Hey, we all wanna be smarter, right?With all the latest modern technology, surely some Master Mind Mensa Member should've devised a technique to assist us by now? 

Come on, Neurologists, throw us "ten percenters" a bone here...
Then again, if we were all prodigy geniuses, the inteillgence bar would be permanently raised.  We'd then be trying to achieve 70% or 80% of our brain power and we'd all be wearing masks and capes and flying around like fucking super heros.

And depending on your disposition, you'd either be screwing the 'TenPercenters-of-the-world' in the arse for a quick scam, or you'd be sucessfully saving the world from global warming and flying to mars.Are we ready for that?
I really must stop having these late night ponderings. I sound completely fuckin nutterz.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Caption My Photo Competition #54

Toozday means it's that time of week where you get to caption a daft photo of mine and win a wee something from me. 

You Ploners that won some of my Daft Scots Lass temporary tattoos haven't sent me any photos of you wearing them in a while.  The last one I got was from Alice X.

I hope that the fucking SA Postal Services are not gobbling up all my letters with my cards with my brilliant tats inside.

All you Prize Plonkers that are on my WINNERS LIST leave me a comment to tell me if you got my snail mail?

Here is this week's image

Remember to go vote for my blog.  Only Two days left to nominate me.

Monday, 28 May 2012

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

This week is a freebie for Monday Music Moves Me, Plonkers and so I give you a wee sprinkling bit of everything this Happy Monday.

Some pop dance music

Some Funkadelic groove

Some Jack White rock blues

Musical Theatre

Music from the Films

Remember to go vote for my blog, Plonkers.

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

I recently won a R500 Gift Certificate from Diligo over at Being Brazen's Blog and I chose this two-tone colour-block jacket to go with my new platform colour-block heels. 

I placed the order and within a couple of days it was delivered to my door-step and I couldn't wait to wear it.

I love it.  

Thanx Being Brazen for hosting the Giveaway and thank you to Dilligo for such brilliant and prompt service. 

Top class!

Go visit their webiste and check out their unique fashion items.


And The Winner Is...

This week's winner of Caption My Photo Competition is

Here is what Brian captioned

and i bet you thought that when men got together all they did was watch football...

Remember to go Nominate my Blog for SA's Best Mommy Blogger, Bitches!

Friday, 25 May 2012

Featured Friday Follower Dan and a Shoegasm

This week's Featured Friday Follower is Dan aka Grins from Anger Management.  Dan has a quick-wit, sharp-tongue and is dead funny.  A guy after my own heart, even though he describes himself as "bald, old, one bug eye, no nose, one tooth and fat".  Bullshite!  Here is Dan's Guest Post:

There is a question burning in the hearts of American females and about one out of every ten males.

Every morning they get up, look into their mirrors and ask themselves, "Other than a female6 dog, what is a Bitch?? For the reader's sensibilities I will refer to them as B's from now on, or at least until I go to work tomorrow.

In spite of the dictionary definition, female dogs have none of the true qualities to be a B. This is because dogs are stupid, and as long as you feed them they are happy.  B used to be a title only a proud few could wear.  The term is currently used indiscriminately to mean any female oriented person.  With this article I am going to confront the irreverent use of the word B and attempt to restore the B word to its former glory and true meaning. Very few humans have the talent to demonstrate a full array of B behaviors.

Of course I have not been closely associated with any Bs since before I was married.  I have seen roommate B's fight to the death over a carton of moldy yogurt, or a hairdryer.  They are also very possessive of the roads they drive on. I have seen a B purposefully ram the back of a car one nanosecond after the light turns green.  This is not just a female trait, but it is prevalent behavior in a practicing B.  The poor B's roommate cannot not touch the B's clothes even if she puts them on the porch in a sack marked for the Salvation Army.  A B usually has nothing to wear and three closets to put it in.  Conversely the B will not only use roommate's new outfit without asking for permission, but her boyfriend as well.

A genuine B can't stand to see someone doing nothing.  If the house is clean, the yard is perfect, the car is running tiptop and you contemplate going fishing with your free time, the B will sense this disturbance in the force.  She will insist that you spend your free Saturday at the World Wide Organization Of B's doing volunteer work.  A B's greatest fear is that somewhere someone is happy.
If your B catches you watching a sporting event or a real time crisis in the nature of the twin tower bombing instead of her, it will be weeks before the B will speak to you again.  There is nothing scarier than a silent B.  You just sit around dreading for the other high heel to drop.  You know what's coming, just not when.  Three AM on a work night is typical.  You'll probably be sleeping on the couch a lot.  Some men have their clothes made out of blankets.  B's invented the need to suck up so they could control the universe. (This explains Hillary Clinton.)  The only right thing to do after committing a blunder, like ignoring her for more time than it takes to go to the restroom, is to sit rigidly on the couch and try not to breathe too loudly till she is done pouting and wait for instructions.

Cleaning house is a relatively safe way to implement damage control.

B's will provoke at any occasion and will never ever admit they ever did anything wrong.  Remember, any time she is mad it's always your fault.  You've either done something or not done something.  If you don't know, don't guess.  Just hang your head.

A B will allow a lull in a relationship and permit everything to go smoothly for a while.  The seemingly content B, with no warning or provocation will start talking about divorce at the dinner table.  It soon escalates and the hubby's shortcomings will become common knowledge to the neighborhood via much screaming.  A visit from the police temporarily gives him some respite in a nice quiet cell reserved for domestic violence perpetrators.  Upon release he will discover his prize baseball cards were burned with his clothes.  He won't miss his belongings much as there is very limited storage space under the bridge.  Don't worry, it won't last more than a couple of months.  This kind of behavior is just her funny little way of showing affection and putting spice back in the relationship.

I've got to run. My friend just called and said he needs a book on foot massage for his girlfriend as her designer high heels he bought for her, hurt her feet. He is scheduled to get out of ICU in two days.  Be careful who you call a B, she might actually be one. Perhaps I will address S.O.B.'s next week.

Thanx for agreeing to guest post for me, Dan! 

And of course Friday wouldn't quite be the same without a Shoegasm or two. So, if you love a beautiful pair of heels like I do, grab my Shoegasm button, leave a comment that you've linked up and I'll come and visit and drool over your shoes too.

Jeffrey Campbell - Honey Pie Wedges from Modcloth 
Green Glitter Platforms $60.00 by Bad Kitty
Muertos Print Platforms $72.00 at Bad Kitty

Have a KICK ARSE weekend, Plonkers.

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Mommy Blogger Competition and some Shameless Plugging

I may have a tongue that can slash you into alarming precise lengths with deadly accuracy with a straight-razor, but I'm the most awesome and dedicated mum on the block.  Screw that, I’m the best mum in the province, perhaps even in the country, nay, the universe.

In fact, my MummyBear reflex response is impressively sharp and ruthless when it comes to my BabyBears.  Hey! They don’t call me Ginger Ninja for nothin’

As the Best Mum on the Block, I will do pretty much anything for my wee lassies.  I juggle many roles being a mum.  I am a doctor, a therapist,  a negotiator, a judge.  I play, shout, sing, plead, bribe, discipline and I wouldn’t change it for the anything.

Okay, from time-to-time I really do want to sell them for vodka money.

But I never have.


Now GO VOTE for my blog at KidzWorld’s annual SA’s Best Mommy Blogger competition, Plonkers.

Ineffable : describes someone you absolutely cannot swear in front of, such as the Queen or Martha Stewart and such...

The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again invited readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Have a read, Plonkers (and a laugh)...

Here are the winners:

1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
2. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
3. Intaxicaton: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
5. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
7. Giraffit: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high
8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
17. Caterpallor ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.

And the winners are:

1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.
3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade, v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.
6. Negligent, adj. Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.
7. Lymph, v. To walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle, n. A humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude, n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon, n. A Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Caption My Photo Competition #53

I frikken love this game.  It tickles me every week because you Plonkers caption a stupid image of mine and makes me giggle every week. This week is no exception...
Caption this daft image and win one of my AWESOME Daft Scots Lass Tattoos because you know you want one.  Right?



Monday, 21 May 2012

Music is the universal language of mankind


This week's Monday Music Moves Me theme is "Songs from the Movies"

My favourite movie of all time is Sense and Sensibility and this is "The moment when you realise you've fallen head over heals".

Mission Impossible Spoof

and a massive James Bond fan...Sean Connery rocked 007

Braveheart - goosebump stuff

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Soggy Bottom Boys from a brilliant film : Brother, Where Art Thou?

Happy Monday, Plonkers

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Adorable Nail Trend

Nail guru, Jennifer of shows how to do this sooper easy, high-impact, fun nail DIY...

This is one of the easiest nail art manicures and you can use colours that you have on hand.

Multi-Coloured Pastel French Tips Manicure

Step 1: To get this look, start with a clear base coat and two coats of Essie Sand Tropez.

Step 2: After it is thoroughly dry (you can use a drying accelerant like this one to help things along), tape off the tips with French manicure tip guides (Sally Hansen makes some - you can find them at Clicks, Dis-Chem and some pharmacies).

Step 3: Paint your tips with whatever fun creme colours you have on hand.   Colours use here were OPI Chapel of Love, Sephora by OPI in Haana Dreams, Essie Lapis Of Luxury, Orly Spark, and China Glaze Make An Entrance.

So what do you all think of this mani? Is this a look you would try?

I met a Brilliant Blogger

Two weeks ago, I found out that one of my favourite Ginger Ninja bloggers was coming to South Africa. What are the frikken odds, right? I couldn't let the opportunity go by, so I emailed her.  I asked her if, by any chance, she was coming to Johannesburg.  She was. Yipeeee!

I gave her my mobile number and told her to phone me when she was in town and we could make a date to get together for lunch or coffee or something.

I got the phone call on Thursday to say she was in town and we made a date to meet for coffee on Friday afternoon.  I was soopa stoked.

Not only was it GREAT to meet a fellow blogger, but it was brilliant to meet Jenette, Rooikat Back in France.  She's as bloody nuts as I am.  I of course I mean that in a good way.

J is a bundle of energy and, from the moment I met her face-to-face, I knew she had interesting stories to tell.  She sure did and made me feel like an old fart.  I told her that my life seemed so dull and boring compared to her colourful and jetset lifestyle. 

Jenette loves to travel, speaks French, is a Couch Surfer, which makes her life very exotic and exciting.  Oh, I know I didn't know what couch surfing was either.  Chatting to her, I felt like her wrinkled elderly aunty but she is bubbly and energetic and it was hard not to get as excited about life as she is.  She talks as much as I do and I love her animated nature.

One HUGE regret I have, I forgot to take pictures of us together.  I'm such a dittery old Fucker!

Now go and read her post about our meeting.

Thanx again for meeting with me, J.

Now go and follow her wee blog.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

And The Winners Are...

First things first, I got a joke in a comment from Nat that I just have to share because its pretty fucking funny:

Two Glaswegians, Archie and Jimmy, are sitting in the pub discussing Jimmy's forthcoming wedding.

"Och, it's all goin' pure brilliant," says Jimmy. "Ay've got everythin' organised ulriddy, the pipers, the Kirk, the mootor cars, the reception, the rings, the minister, even ma stag night".

Archie nods approvingly.

"Ay've even bought me a kilt to be married in!" continues Jimmy.

"A kilt?" exclaims Archie, "That's magic, you'll look right smart in that. What's the tartan?"

"Och," says Jimmy, "Ah'd imagine she'll be in white.. "

Secondly, Congratulations to the Winners of my ten Zando Gift Vouchers:

Nads, Mandy, Renae, Aziza, Jana, Lauren G, Sub-Radar Mike, Wreckless Euroafrican, Come at Me Bro and Simple Sequins.

Contact me and I will email your Zando vouchers!

Happy Shopping, Plonkers.

Lastly, Congratulations to this week's Caption my Photo Competition #52: AimeeKay.  Here is what she captioned

Stupid human...ghost peppers in my tuna..haha very funny...Someones getting hairballed

And this is what you've won!

Contact me at with your postal address

Friday, 18 May 2012

Friday's Shoegasm and being two feet ahead of the rest.

I'd Walk a mile in any one of these . . .

Such adorable shoes....I just never can get enough of a great pair of stillettos.  I have also decided to refurbish one of my old bookshelves to display my shoes in my room instead of having them in boxes at the bottom of my cupboard. 

Not a bad idea, hey Plonkers? 

Iron Fist Peep Toe Boots By Zando R359
Via Marte Blue Wedges available at Zando R749
Zoom Silver Platforms R419 at Zando
Via Marte Pointed Stilletto R579 at Zando

Launch Wedges at Zando R329

Don't forget to enter my Zando Gift Voucher Giveaway.  You could win one of ten Gift Vouchers.  It ends today so get in there, quick !

I've had quite an eventful week but its made me realise a few wee things:

I love a cuppa vanilla tea and a rusk on winter's morning.
I love colleages that bring in tastey treats JUST when you need them.
I love when prayers are answered.
I love when my Mum phones me just to say hello.
I love giving wee presents for no reason.
I love my Boerewors, without him I am nothing.
I love the support I get from friends when I forget that sometimes I really do need a shoulder to lean on.
I love organising parties.
I am sooper stoked about meeting a blogger friend today - all the way from France.
I have an opportunity in the pipeline that could be huge.

Have a KICK ARSE weekend, my lovelies and remember to pop in tomorrow to find out who won the Caption my Photo Competition this week.

Thursday, 17 May 2012


What exactly is the male obsession with a part of the female anatomy that for many of us is no big deal: Breasts.

Picture the scene:

A male traffic cop pulls a woman over for speeding or driving with her Blackberry and mascara in hand. The first two buttons of her shirt are promptly undone as she nervously waits for the official who walks slowly towards her car. He leans forward towards the open window and BAM! She introduces him to the twins. 


Well, because they’ve seldom let her down before.

They love our boobs so much they give them names.  Boobs are becoming less of a taboo subject than they were in the past and with that, neologisms and colloquial terms have been introduced, creating a seemingly endless list: bust, bosom, breasts, assets, lady lumps, boobs, girls, twins, tits, nanas.

Some fucking bright spark even insist that the names should be size-specific. How thoughtful of them. Melons, jugs, bee-stings, mosquito-bites, titties and (my personal favourite) chesticles.  I’m assuming that that’s simply a juxtaposition with the male version which also sags, is fragile and comes in twos.

Can you imagine its introduction to the English Oxford Dictionary?

“Chesticle (n.): either one of the soft, protruding glands on a woman’s chest which secrete milk after childbirth.”

Guys, what’s with the obsession with breasts? 

Some men revere the “girls” more than others.  Evolutionary biologists suggest that it’s all a matter of fertility and genetics. They claim that, when choosing a mate, our genes help us out a little. Men like parts like boobs and butts while we’re attracted to their arms, eyes, broad shoulders and legs.

Is there an ideal cup-size?

If we could conduct a study and get as many men to participate, what would the verdict be? While the C-cup seems to come out at the top as the most popular in previous studies, it’s safer to say that it’s all a matter of taste.  Either you're a boob-man or you're not.

Many men don’t even know how the concept of cup-sizes works. Some doochenozzles describes his idea of an ideal size as “a handful” while another Pnker insisted: “They should be in proportion to the rest of her body and somewhat noticeable.”

Is there such a thing as TOO big?

One of the guys responded with a: “NO! Are you out of your frikken mind?” I’d say he is a bit of a Boob-Man though. The average bloke insists that “jugs” can be oversized.

Medically, more is definitely less. Large breasts alone may not cause back aches but they are a considerable factor. Additionally, neck and shoulder pains may develop.

Psychologists suggest that a colossal bust may result in one being self-conscious and consequently, having a lower self-esteem.

Does breast size matter?

For a larger and full bust, breast augmentation is becoming increasingly popular. Claiming that they want their women “all natural,” men may not be keen on the idea of boob-jobs. But that too can be contested - I don’t see them complaining about the largely talented Pammy Anderson.

However, the most obvious boob insecurity is the fear of sagging. So we can’t defy gravity? That’s no big deal. It’s nothing a WonderBra bra can’t solve.We all want what we can't have, right?

Just like everything else about us, no pair is the same as the next. Our chests may give us comparative advantage over our male counterparts but they shouldn’t constitute some kind of “be all and end all” to your womanhood.

(and I just realised that I wrote about titties last week too).

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Kaylin Gets A++ Diploma for her Eistedfodd Poetry Reading

A Daft Scots Mum was super-proud yesterday when I attended Kaylin's Poetry Reading for the Eistedfodd.  

Kaylin has never participated in anything like this before. She's never had the confidence - up until yesterday. She blew me away with a beautiful performance and I would NOT have missed it for anything.

She received the highest achievement, getting an A++ Diploma and got such brilliant comments from the Judges.

Mummy is so very proud of you, Kaylin! You have come so far this year.

My leg bone is connected to my foot bone, my foot bone is connected to your face bone, your face bone's connected to the pavement stone. Now heed my words: Fuck off!"

I was thinking (as do from time-to-time) about some things that piss me off and really get my bloody boiling.  So, I decided to make this list to share with you Plonkers to see if we have any similarities:

  • When people say 'Life is Short'. What? Um, no it isn’t. It’s the longest damn thing you’ll ever do, FuckKnob 
  • When I am waiting in line for the bus and some idiot asks, “hey did the bus come yet?” “Yes, and I decided to stay here and let you know that you missed it, ButtHead.” 
  • Pretty girls who bemoan about how pretty they are, because oh gosh darn it, it’s such a hassle to beat off dozens of swooning guys. Seriously, shut the fuck up, Bitch. 
  • Un-sweetened chocolate. Why? Why the shite would they do that? Is it some cruel joke? It doesn’t matter, just stop making it that way. 
  • I can go weeks without having to log in to anything. The wonders of computer magic. It usually remembers my passwords for me.  Fancy that? Then out of the blue. It forgets. Oh Pish! I don’t frikken remember! 
  • Trying to suppress a sneeze when you have diarrhea.
  • It pisses me off that anytime I sit down to eat a meal, my two girl-children feel the need to call me.  Can they not talk to me when I'm IN the same room?  You have two parents.  Call yer Dad
  • Slow people. Those Plonkers who take their damn sweet time doing everything. Who moves at the pace of a crippled nun?
  • Those douchenozzles who brag about their skinny genes. They don’t just show off their waif-like waists, they have to constantly emphasize that they eat a lot but 'can’t gain weight'. They always say things like “Oh my god, I am so stuffed, I had a whole Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake for lunch!” while they pat their inverted bellies, and yet the only trace of fattening items I’ve seen them eat is a handful of nuts. Unsalted and dry-roasted, of course.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Celebrating One Year

I've been blogging for 4½ years and Caption My Photo Competition has been running for ONE YEAR of those 4½.  That's not bad going for a Blog Feature.

This is Week #52, which means this is a special Giveaway for captioning my daft image.

Go do it Plonkers and win a wee parcel of South African goodies from me.

Monday, 14 May 2012

First Love Fever is only a little Foolishness and a lot of Curiosity.

They say that we never recover from our first love. I wouldn't say we don't reocover, but we certainly never forget.  First loves can really fuck you up for life.  

Alex J. Cavanaugh is hosting a First Love Blogfest today so head on over and see who else's is playing along.  You can also link up and tell us about your first music love, first book love, first music love and first person love.
My First Music Love was Mr Paul Hewson aka Bono from U2.  Oh Em Gee, I thought he was the bees knees and the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on.  That dark hair, those blue eyes and that Irish accent *swoon*

The first U2 12" vinyl album I bought was "War" and I was totally smitten with his music and the band's sound.  After that, I couldn't get enough and I'd get the bus to Hillbrow Record Centre every other weekend to see if they had any new LPs to buy.  If they didn't have what I wanted, I'd order it.  I could remember how excited I was waiting for the release of Joshua Tree.  (Still one of the best albums ever)  I used to read the Smash Hits magazine to get all information I could on him (way before Google). 
I can remember when Bono was on the front cover.  It was 1986 and I swooned and drooled and plastered his posters on my bedroom walls.  I bought badges and postcards with Bono's face on, I wrote his name on my school notebooks, bag and pencil case.  He could do no wrong in my eyes.

My First Movie Love, or telly love, was Ricky Schroder of the television series Silver Spoons.  I wouldn't miss an episode every week because he was so dreamy.  I loved his blonde hair and blue eyes and I thought I'd never see a boy so beatiful until I set my eyes on Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street.  My mum would let me stay up until 9pm on a Friday night to watch him.  He made my knees weak and my heart pound.  Aahhhh teenage crushes are so brilliant!

Is that a young Alfonso Ribeiro?

My First Book Love would be Shakespeare, believe it or not.  I didn't read much at school, in fact, I only read books if they were on the school mandatory reading list.  I detested reading while I was at school.  However, when we studied the Romeo and Juliet play in my second last year of high school, I was hooked and besotted (cliche, I know). 

After that, I'd scour the second hand books stores looking for Shakespeare classics and read and re-read them.  I still do.

"Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of a first love
Never fades away.”

My First Real Person love was a boy called Mitch.  He was dark and handsome and phoned me every night to talk about nothing in particular.  He wrote me letters, he was the first boy that made me really giggle and the first boy who told me I was beautiful.  I was love-struck.

That Boy stole my heart and broke it at the same time.  I thought HE was the beginning and the end. When he broke up with me, I thought my heart would NEVER mend.  I cried for two days solid.  My world fell apart and I thought I'd never stop crying. My mum dried my tears, held me tight and told me that he was an ARSEHOLE.  Mum told me time would heal my wounds and that this too shall pass.

Mum was right.  Mum is always right.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

My Mother's Day at Goblin's Cove

My Mother's Day in Pictures.

Goblin's Cove was beautiful, the weather was perfect, the food was outstanding, the company was brilliant and the surprise was awesome. A brilliant Mother's Day.  I am a happy Mum.

My brilliant homemade cards

Goblin's Cove Entrance

My Wee Family

Entrance to Goblin's Cove

Megan hugging a tree

Goblin's Cove Gardens

The Massive Sand Pit

A Happy Daft Scots Lass

The Food.  I forgot to take shots of the first two courses :  a gorgeous salmon mousse for starters, a stunning chicken with vegetables for main and this was the white chocolate mousse with truffle for dessert.  YUM.  I gave the Dukan Diet a skip for this meal

The Train Accommodation at Goblin's Cove.  Very Quaint

Kaylin and a Tree

A remingston typewriter hidding in a wee corner

Kaylin found all the cats in the garden and made friends with them.  My wee animal lover


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