A very lucky girl

I truly am a very lucky lady (yes, I did just describe myself as a lady...I know....no ladies here....anyways...). This Christmas Santa really did pay me a visit big style with his big old sack a goodies(!) and sent me on a treasure hunt around our apartment following all kinds of cryptic (well they seemed cryptic at the time but I had just come off a night shift) clues to find where the next present was hidden. I think in total I got something silly like 9 presents from my wonderful husband including Gortex Boots to walk the dog, A fleecy winter jacket, several cool games including the Monty Python version of Fluxx (blessed are the cheese makers) and Pass the Pigs (fond childhood memories), a Christmas selection of bath bombs from Lush (I *love* baths), a Wii (turns out I'm virtually a pro tennis player!!), a couple of fun sex toys (one for me and one for him, or at least me to do to him...he he he) as well as 'the ethical slut' which is my little guide book right now, and last but by no means least an iPad. All the rumors about this little device are true. It just shows off over and over again. I'm not a die hard fan of anything generally (in fact I'm terribly British and tend to root for the underdog!!) but it's just awesome. I was a little concerned it would just be a bit of a gadget (which it kind of is...) but it's barely been put down since we got it. It doesn't make my little windows laptop redundant completely (which I'm kind of glad about) but it does about 80% of what I need in the most sleek and stylish way possible. Having that on my arm * definitely* makes me more attractive!! :) Thank you Santa baby. As always, I don't deserve the time, love thought and attention you lavished in my direction. I truly am a very lucky girl. 

I miss home...

 I miss the UK right now. I miss talking to my best friend whilst she drives home from work. I miss the British countryside. I miss my old career and working in the NHS, in one of the biggest and most efficient hospitals in the UK. I miss the British nurses uniform. I miss people rooting for the underdog. I miss sarcasm. I miss Tesco. I miss driving on the left. I miss driving a manual car. I miss roads full of people who know how to drive progressively and courteously.  I miss decent bacon. I miss my family(?!). I miss roundabouts. I miss intelligent and articulate dinner conversation. I miss people playing devils advocate. I miss the British pound. I miss the history. I miss the integrity. I miss the lack of sensationalism and drama. I miss the accents and dialects. I miss familiarity. I miss being able to just drive home for the weekend. I miss Europe, Easyjet and Ryanair. I miss fields full of Sheep. I miss daffodils. I miss the architecture. I miss Manchester. I miss the smell of Dove deodorant. I miss my accent not standing out. I miss British pubs. I miss European Trance events. I miss Police that don't carry guns. I miss Crunchy Nut Cornflakes. I miss Red Pillar boxes. I miss allotments and vegetable patches. I miss the comedy, I really really miss the comedy. I miss the green. I miss J2O and Appletise. I miss mobile phones, pavements and petrol NOT cell phones, side walks and gas. I miss familiarity. I miss home.

Individual Existence

What can anyone be, other than true to themselves? Whatever it is that sits at your very inner core, that sets your heart on fire, that fills you with excitement, that makes you giggle and smile, that fills you with passion, that makes bird song sound sweeter, that makes your inner child dance, that gives you goosebumps, that makes you laugh, that has the power to change your world...be it, right now, be that person. Never pretend, never fake-it, never lie. Wake-up, stretch the night away and be proud to head outside and be the uniqueness that makes you brilliantly perfect! :)