Life is so sparkly;)

This evening I experienced HAPPINESS by achieving all 3 essentials.  I went to a firework display.  Yes you're probably thinking, 'God it doesn't take much to make her happy' ;) but seriously it covered all 3 areas:

1:  Something to do - well it was an event that I went to and thus 'something that I was doing'

2: Something to love - Sometimes love comes softly and other time it comes with fireworks.  To me the 'firework' connection sends the image of a love that is full of colour, makes your heart pound and your eyes sparkle and is full of awe and wow (just like a firework).  When love happens at a firework display, it is the most perfect love ever and it was clear that there were many happy couples out this evening caught up in romance;)

3: Something to hope for - have you ever wished upon a star?  I have and do it all the time.  The star shaped patterns that illuminated the sky gave the perfect opportunity to make those wishes and as the firework stars burned out, so was the wish carried off and hope floated away, (no I haven't been drinking lol - I am just a hopeless romantic who has experienced an enchanting evening that took me back to happy childhood memories).

I guess sometimes you have to acknowledge that the universe is a celebration and you are spectator contemplating the splendour and awe.

Well I had best get off for now and perform my own 'firework' duties, light up someones life and make them sparkle and whizz or knowing me I will be so explosive with chat that they wish I was tied to a rocket and orbiting far away from them;) lol

Black and White is clearly right?

I love my parents very much but today realised that they are awol from 'Pleasantville'.  For those of you who don't know, 'Pleasantville' is a thoroughly post-modern film. In fact, it is not just an expression of post-modern values, it champions post-modern values. It depicts people who hold to classical virtues as shallow, one-dimensional, two-colored, black and white, empty, abusive kinds of people. Pleasantville folks are the kind who get oppressive if their moral worldview is challenged by something really subversive, like sex--as if Christians have no healthy interest in sex, or art, or literature.

Neither parent is shallow nor empty or abusive but I hate to say, they are 'behind the times' in matters of 'guy meets girl' things.

I swear I have done the 'colored thing' to the extreme and am probably illuminating like a belisha beacon in their world.  I wouldn't mind but although not innocent by any means I am NOT a character of negative reputation.

Ironically we were the last in the street to obtain a colour tv - it figures as they love 'black and white' world - maybe this is why I am a 'black and white' thinker?  I clearly am a rainbow rebel - maybe my world is a bag of skittles - taste the rainbow and all that;)

Is popularity the way forward?

So rubbish - in 4 weeks time I am going to be jobless due to redundancy (any bosses reading this - I come with excellent references - well most people make the best of a bad job, me I make the best job bad;) ).

Anyway, pending drop in monetary funds got me thinking - 'If the cost of living is so high, why is it still popular?' I really just don't get life.  Why are so many of us conforming to popular fads?

Help me out with this one?

The Perfect Gift

This evening I was surprised with the most perfect gift ever.  I was given a compilation CD of music with songs that bore a connection to me.  No one has ever done anything like that for me before.  It made my day, evening, everything.

I guess at the moment this is the most perfect gift but for a girl that lives in a world in which she still believes in fairytales, she waits for THE most perfect gift:

Two clowns short of a circus

'Shy Guy' and I have totally different jobs but today both found out via sms that we were BORED at work.  Between you and I maybe 'shy guy's' shyness is detrimental to his fun at work - well there aint an excuse for me then as I'm never quiet.

Anyway - my solution was that we should both run away together and join the circus.  The response was something on the lines of, 'there's no need to join the circus when there's clowns like you around!'  Funny - NOT - what 'shy guy' doesn't realise is that the circus would welcome him as a 'trained seal'.

Afterall, isn't that what all guys are once girls happen to them;) lol

I don't know today a life under the big top seemed perfect but then maybe I am already living the circus life. I reckon I'd be a great juggler - afterall I currently juggle crisis after crisis so am already a bloody expert.  I've also had plenty of experience in getting the monkey off my back but then realising the circus aint left town so maybe and seem to spend most of the time with pie on my face.  Maybe therefore, work is my escape - or maybe its NOT the circus I should run away to but the convent instead;)

Amen;)

I run like a girl, so try to keep up!

Despite still suffering a foot injury, I've taken up running again to try and look good.  Yes I realise that it will take more than a run for that to be achieved but hey isn't exercise the poor persons plastic surgery?

I told my friend that I had started running again.  She said, K - your exercise is RUNNING your mouth, PUSHING your luck and JUMPING to conclusions - charming - NOT;).  The thing is although I hate running - the gym is so not my thing as I don't like being surrounded by dumb bells, especially the male kind.  On saying that running is a mental sport and I guess I am a little insane (a little I said !!!!!!!!!! ).

One positive thing about running though is runners make the best girlfriends - catch me if you can;)

Typical Guy

Clearly written by a guy.  I am going to need to attend interviews soon - interviews definately = new wardrobe, so in Henrys head that clearly isnt the right thing to do - he obviously hasn't attended interviews but then he was an anarchist so probably considered them undesirable and unnecessary!

I guess it goes for weddings, a bride is supposed to wear what?  I mean if a bride should beware of marriage because it involves new clothes then what should she put on?  I'd be more worried about how much the divorce will cost than the new dress she is wearing;)

Seriously - some quotes are total pants - this one is a prime example.  Clearly this guy had a limited wardrobe of clothing.  Imagine dating him, parties would be a dread as no new outfit would be permitted. 

Well I am gonna buy a new interview outfit.  If I feel confident in what I am wearing then I am sure that anything old Henry throws at me, I can deal with - afterall, its allbecauseiamagirl x